Monday, May 21, 2007

EricAbrahamsonsBlogII

Welcome to EricAbrahamsonsBlogII! I'm sitting in the Berkeley College Library Computer Lab on Center Street near Shattuck Street near the downtown BART station in Berkeley, CA, and I'm happy and feelin' good, Praise The Lord!, Amen!, Hallelujah!, Hello Julia! The Chinaman next to me is squirming--must be one of them religious right fanatics. I'm gonna do him in:

666 The radio is playing:

When I was just a little young boyMama said, "You"ll never get far!"Baby, baby wants a diamond ringGo down to the jewelry store packin' a gunDupree said, "I'll pay this one off to you in lead!"There's no wonder your reason goes badJelly roll drive ya so mad.

First thing ya know your gonna pull that triggerSome like their jelly, some like goldJust to get baby a diamond ring.

He's still hereDoesn't understand a word of it, but he's still reading my brand-new blog.

Now they're playing "Mountains Of The Moon".Fuck off and die.

Hey, Tom Banjo, fuck off and die.All along, all along the mountains of the moonHey Tom Banjo, it's time to matterThe earth you through this timeThe earth all through thisDown by the marsh king's daughterClothed in tatters always will be taught did you goHigh-ho, the carrion crow, fol-de-rol, bend to meAll along, a

Jack Straw by Robert Hunter and the Grateful Dead

We can share the womenWe can share the wineWe can share what we got of yoursCuz we done shared all of mine.Keep on rollin'Just a mile to goKeep on rollin'My old buddyYou're movin' much too slow.

I just jumped the watchmanRight outside the fenceTook his rings, four bucks in changeAin't that heaven-sent

Burns my ears to listenBurns my eyes to seeCut down a man in cold bloodMight as well be me!

We used to play for silverNow we play for lifeOne's for sport and one's for bloodAt the point of the knifeNow the die is shakin'Now the time must fallThere ain't a winner in the gameHe don't go home with allNot with all.

Leavin' TexasFourth day of JulySun so hot, clouds so lowThe eagle filled the skyCatch the Detroit Lightnin'Out of Santa FeGreat Northern, out of CheyenneFrom sea to shinin' sea.

Gotta go into TulsaFirst train we can rideGotta settle one old scoreOne small point of prideThere ain't a place a man can hideKeep him from the sunThere ain't a bed to give us rest nowYou keep us on the run.

Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy downAnd dug for him a shallow graveAnd laid his body downHalf a mile from TucsonBy the mornin' lightOne man gone and another to goMy old buddy, you're movin' much too slowWe can share the women, we can share the wine.